Wakanda Is Not Your Genius Bar

When LSQ offered me a seat at their blog’s table and let me choose any theme for my recurring column, “A Place Where It Rains” came to mind immediately. It’s a reference to Italo Calvino and his assertion that “Fantasy is a place where it rains,” a gloriously simple way of saying speculative worlds must have the small details drawn in that make them real and lived-in.

I’ve always loved world-building. It’s one of my favorite things about storytelling, both from a writer’s and reader’s perspective. Ryan Coogler’s Black Panther is exactly the kind of film this column was intended to talk about. As much as I delighted in the writing, the acting, the drama, and the depth of its conflict, one of Black Panther’s most stunning achievements is its elegant refutation of blandly homogeneous “futuristic” environments. Simply put: for all its technological marvels, Wakanda is not your Genius Bar.

With rare exceptions, this sci-fi shorthand has taught viewers to see natural spaces, organic lines, and bursts of physical color as primitive. Indeed, “tech-washing” is as real as whitewashing in sci-fi storytelling. When deployed within narratives meant to represent a minority perspective and experience, it can be similarly damaging.

And Black Panther is having none of it.

Let’s start with Wakanda itself. Nestled between mountains and astride a fertile valley, its tallest buildings sport rounded walls, rows of windows, and verandas facing a river whose banks are still green. The spaces between its busy urban blocks sport climbing greenery and clusters of sturdy stone buildings and bustling open-air marketplaces.

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There is no rush to prove Wakanda’s wealth or technological prowess through a canvassing shot displaying neon signs and skyscrapers from a tidied-up version of Blade Runner, or a sense-of-wonder Tomorrowland. Wakanda is urban, but only in part, and even that part has not rejected its surrounding space. It has grass. Dirt. Color on the walls of its buildings and in the weave of its people’s clothing (no featureless, sleek jumpsuits here — even T’Challa’s Black Panther armor, which bears the marks of its cultural origins, patterns of weaving and raised seams evocative of African artists’ traditional use of the sacred triangle).

Princess Shuri’s lab, poised at the mouth of the vibranium mines, would be the obvious place for Coogler and his design crew to have given in to the shorthand of the sci-fi Genius Bar. It has its share of sleek, silvered metal surfaces and glowing heads-up displays. Far more importantly, it has its own nuance, grounded in the literal geology of Wakana itself. Meters of raw stone frame many shots, sharing the backdrop with the familiar steel walls. As the camera pans, we see the stringers of staircases glossed with colorful tribal art, high-concept cultural graffiti claiming the space as decidedly Wakandan.

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Even the sci-fi throwaway of the hologram display is re-imagined into a physical form: Shuri’s “sand table,” which models three dimensional objects of all sizes and descriptions, and which interacts with the Kimoyo beads used to communicate with others, provide medical aid, and interface with other technology. The physicality of the sand table — sleekly effective and entirely natural — is a reminder of how much Wakanda is a nation in touch with its dirt.

Sci-fi’s standard “futurism shorthand,” the Genius Bar homogenization we’re so (over-)used to seeing, is allergic to dirt. It is polished to a mirror sheen, a palace to practice or live in science while at the same time being divided from the natural world science shapes. But Wakanda doesn’t need polished steel to prove itself. It does not exist to confirm our shallow cliches. Instead, it exists for itself and its people (something the characters are made to grapple with, too, by virtue of thoughtful screenwriting). Dirt is not a marker of shame, of “less-than” status, any more than the sheep pastures dotting the city’s margins are regarded as an eyesore. The King of Wakanda spends time in the fields leaning against a split-rail pen as surely as he spends time in his throne room. Both spaces belong to his people. Both spaces are home.

Technology exalts culture in Black Panther, and vice-versa. It’s that balance which asserts the film’s place not only in the MCU, but in Afrofuturism itself. Sci-fi visuals that marry cultural identity with technical fabulata make Black Panther a compositional feast. It is a film made by storytellers who clearly know that any sci-fi world which confuses sterility for “the future” — any world that puts a stainless steel shelter up against the rain — has missed the point of building a world meant for people to live in.

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Hi Tracy, LSQ asked me to join their blogosphere, so I was checking it out. This post is as deeply smart as it is smartly written. This point in particular was eye opening: “With rare exceptions, this sci-fi shorthand has taught viewers to see natural spaces, organic lines, and bursts of physical color as primitive. Indeed, “tech-washing” is as real as whitewashing in sci-fi storytelling. When deployed within narratives meant to represent a minority perspective and experience, it can be similarly damaging.” Great link to Ebony’s article on Afrofuturism, too. Very impressed.

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